Miguel O'Hara x Reader Oneshots

The Experiment

Miguel was on a mission to find an anaomly, one that shouldn't have ever been created and was only created because Doc Ock had left behind traces of his technology. He entered the lab, expecting to see some kind of next generation war machine, but he was met with...a girl?

He looked down at you as you sat on the floor playing with various sheets of paper. You turned around and looked at him before screaming and running to the other side of the room.

"It's okay, it's alright I'm not here to hurt you. But, I need you to come with me." He said as you felt tears in your eyes and shook your head.

"Father!" You screamed out, causing Miguel to look at you in confusion.

Everything pointed to you being the anomaly, but right now he just saw a teenage girl acting like a baby.

"Who is your father?" He asked. Not trying to be soft at all.

"His name is Roy..." You muttered as he searched around the lab and found some papers with the name Roy Mackintosh on it.

"So, that's the piece of shit who made you." He grumbled as you continued to hide and look at him.

"He's not bad... He's good." You mumbled. Miguel looked at you and you shied away.

"I guess he told you that, huh? Told you he was a good man for doing this to you? What do you remember from being created?" He asked, coming closer.

"Being on the table... Cold, pain." You mumbled as he sighed.

"So, you were in pain? Would a good person cause you pain?" He asked, you looked at him and shook your head a little.

"How old are you?" He asked as you cautiously moved forward.

"Two months..." You replied. Miguel looked at you in shock, but it made some sense considering you were created in a lab. 

“I know you’re scared, but I need you to come with me. You weren’t meant to be made.” He said as you backed away a little. 

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” You muttered as he looked at you sadly. 

“You existing puts the entire universe at risk." He explained as you teared up again.

"But, I haven't been able to experience anything. It's not fair." You muttered, Miguel hated that sad look on your face.

He had an idea, considering you were created from tech that wasn't from here and you hadn't somehow glitched out of existence, maybe it meant you could stabilise is any universe. He could definitely use you on his side...plus, that look you were giving him was something he couldn't fight.

He sighed a little.

"Come with me, I won't hurt you, alright? But, I need you to come with me." He said as you cautiously stepped closer.

"Promise?" You asked as he nodded.

"I promise, kid." He said holding his hand out. You took it and stepped even closer. Miguel could already feel himself becoming protective and attached to you.

You followed him through a portal, leaving behind the only space you'd known your entire life.

You closed your eyes and stepped through before opening them to see various people wandering around.

"What...is this place?" You asked in a timid voice.

"It's where people like me come to meet and we help keep worlds safe." He explained as you nodded and stuck close to him.

"Lyla, scan...oh, do you have a name?" He asked as you looked up at him.

"It's Y/N." You said as he smiled.

"My name is Miguel. Lyla, scan Y/N to see if she's stabilised here in the society." He asked as he looked down at you. He was hoping because you were created in such an unconventional way, maybe you being here for good wouldn't destroy you or the society.

"It seems she's stable in this universe. Her DNA is very unique to say the least." Lyla replied as you held onto Miguel's arm.

"I can go back to father?" You asked as he looked at you sadly.

"No... No, you can't. He hurt you, Y/N. People who love each other don't do that." He said, you looked away, squeezing his arm a little.

He slowly moved until his arms were wrapped around you, you closed your eyes.

"I like this." You muttered making him chuckle softly.

He ran his hand through your hair and sighed.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he had been yearning for someone to take care of.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Why don't I show you around?"